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 short FM - F solo - FF - casual encounter/romantic, 13,000 words

   Ok, after some comments on the "gayness" of some of my previous stories,
here's a sweet Sapphic love story.  Thoughts, comments, criticisms,
whatever ~~ shadesofextasy@hotmail.com



   Land of Grace



   Frankly, Lauren never imagined herself having an affair with another
woman ~~ until she met Hannah.  You see, Hannah's a petite little country
girl from the piney woods of Arkansas, a kindred spirit for the statuesque,
dark-haired beauty originating from the High Plains of Texas.  Lauren found
Hannah to be a beautiful creature, tawny-haired and delectably wide in her
arced hips, with long, long legs and perky breasts the size of ripe lemons.
The two ladies met during the final semester of Lauren's senior year at
GulfCoast University.  She was planning to do the traditional rite of
passage by backpacking around Europe after graduation but was not blessed
with the wealthy parents so many of her fellow students at the prestigious
school took for granted.  To make some money she took a job a few nights a
week as an exotic dancer at The Satin Sheets, the largest strip club In
Blue Bay.



   It was a well-run place, quite classy and upscale, and many of the
dancers were University students like herself.  Since the ladies had to
wear pasties and weren't allowed to remove their skimpy G-strings, they
really weren't showing more naked flesh than you would see at the beach. 
Nonetheless, Lauren was understandably jittery her first night on the job,
and it was Hannah, a fellow dancer, who helped put her at ease.  Hannah was
a relative veteran, having worked the last two years as a nude dancer,
chiefly in Little Rock and Shreveport, before packing up her things into
her pickup truck and heading down to Blue Bay six months prior.  While
Lauren nervously smoked cigarettes and applied her makeup, the bouncy
little blonde in casual street clothes came into the dressing room.  Her
naturally-tousled hair was tucked into a Las Vegas Aces baseball cap and
she carried a heavy leather knapsack.



   "Hi there," she smiled warmly.  "I'm Hannah.  You're new here, right?"



   Lauren blotted her pouty lips now glossed a vivid crimson and nodded. 
"Yeah.  First night.  I've got my share of butterflies."



   "Don't worry about it, hon," Hannah said, reassuringly patting the
student's bare arm.  "You'll do fine.  Want some Blackjack Gum?  I've got
sour apple.  Hey, I love your hair..."



   Chattering away a mile a minute, she unceremoniously dropped her bag on
the dressing table and started taking off her clothes.  Off came her
athletic sneakers and her faded jeans and silky white blouse.  Lauren
enviously admired the exposure of the bubbly blonde's sleek tummy, smoothly
flat and broken only by her skimpy undies; her voluptuously full hips
arched firmly and the rounded whiteness of her scantily covered breasts
formed two perfect half-circles.  Her near-naked body was youthfully lithe,
yet undeniably womanly and full-formed



   Shrugging out of her bikini bra and stepping out of her thong panties
without thought, Hannah rummaged around in her bag, stark naked save for
the baseball cap, her back turned, allowing Lauren to freely admire her. 
Her rib cage and waist were taperingly slender and her curvaceous hips were
full and supple, moving as if they were made of warm liquid.  Her sleek
thighs were firm and full and beautifully curved, matching her pretty legs
which were long and tapered.  Her whole impression was one of voluptuous
pleasure and dewy innocence.  Her mound of Venus jutted out temptingly,
covered with closely-trimmed curling fleece.  Half-closed eyes found
themselves concentrating on her veiled sex, on the two softly pouting lips
that were so velvety rounded; the shadowy cleft between them hinted at an
aura of beaten gold, fresh rose petals and rich cream.



   Hannah eventually fished out a garishly crimson spandex G-string, and
once that was on, she sat down next to Lauren.  The ebon-haired newcomer
found it hard not to stare at her beautiful breasts.  They were
significantly smaller than her own, the same texture and shade of oversized
peaches, but very buoyant and perky, with notably puffy halos like generous
dollops of pink meringue.  When the bubbly blonde noticed her
surreptitiously looking at them, she flashed a devious grin as if to say,
"Nice, aren't they?"



   Lauren glanced away for an instant, momentarily flustered, and Hannah
took off her cap to brush her lustrous hair until it gleamed like molten
gold.  Still chattering some good-natured gossip, the bouncy girl arranged
her makeup on the counter: a half dozen false eyelashes, pink blusher, pots
of various hues of lip gloss, a wash of sparkling glitter for her skin. 
She was so vivacious and animated as she skillfully prepared herself that
it was impossible not to like her.



   In the days that followed, Hannah and Lauren quickly became close
friends.  Everything about the spirited blonde pleased Lauren, from her
cheerful attitude to her lilting Ozark drawl, to her picture-perfect tits.
Lauren found herself also relying heavily upon the more experienced
stripper, who almost immediately took a very protective attitude toward her
younger protégé, for moral support and practical advice.  One of the first
things Hannah told her was to make sure she wore a French garter on stage
so the appreciative customers had somewhere, other than her meager
G-string, to stuff their tips.  They also frequented a quality tanning
salon, indulged in a splurge for a French manicure, and collaborated on
developing a crowd-pleasing soundtrack and more provocative dance routines.



   Hannah was the least pretentious person Lauren had ever known, a far cry
from the flamboyant art students and conceited scholars she'd known at
University, but many of the other dancers were jealous of her alluring
looks and acted really catty with her, particularly Celine, for instance.
She was a thirty-something bottle-blonde with remarkably large, if not very
obviously augmented, breasts, and she constantly criticized Hannah's
backwoods accent and her quaint taste in clothes and music.  Lauren
fiercely defended her friend's inherently kind nature, knowing she'd led a
rough life.  At 19, she'd gotten involved in a bad marriage with an
alcoholic cowboy struggling to succeed on the rode circuit.  She was
divorced by 20, had a brief stint as a blackjack dealer at the infamous
Swashbuckler Casino in Las Vegas before dabbling in both stripping and
cocaine.  The latter led to some dubious nude modeling and a brush with a
near-bad experience convinced her to ditch both and head back to Little
Rock.



   Compared to Hannah's tumultuous existence, Lauren thought her own
relatively good-girl life seemed to be boring and tame.  This was
particularly exacerbated by the fact that Hannah was also a truly horny
girl and was not at all discreet about it, carrying a vibrator in her purse
at all times and frequently between sets would disappear into the backstage
bathroom, presumably to buzz her clit until she came.  Despite her
trepidation over this blatant sexuality, or perhaps, if Lauren were honest,
increasingly curious, they became an odd couple, to say the least.  And it
was then that Lauren began thinking in those more intimate terms ~~ that
somehow they were a romantic couple ~~ that she started to realize just how
much Hannah meant to her.  Since she'd never had sexual feelings for a
woman before, the dusky-maned college co-ed rationalized she wasn't truly
physically attracted.



   To compound the already complicated situation, at the time Hannah
arrived in Blue Bay, Lauren wasn't seriously involved with anyone, although
she was occasionally having casual sex now and then with Jesse, a fellow
student and former boyfriend who'd enthusiastically agreed to be "friends
with benefits".  She'd never had any trouble reaching orgasm with Jesse, or
with anyone else for that matter, but after Hannah had been in town for a
couple of weeks her orgasms started to become elusive.  At first it just
took her a bit longer to climax, to need a bit more stimulation, but after
awhile she really needed to work hard to bring herself off, resorting to
her own vibrating sextoy throbbing full power on her love bud, even with
Jesse's help.



   Things came to a head one sweltering afternoon, when she'd been unable
to locate new batteries for her dildo and decided in the heat of the moment
to try without it.  They had been making love in a doggy position for a
good long while, his pumping rod soaring into her receptively moist sheath.
A thin film of perspiration was beading on her forehead beneath the
entangled halo of obsidian-hued hair, her neck was straining, low hums of
erotic abandon gurgling from deep in her throat betraying just how
deliriously hot she was.  She was frantic to come, her tiny teeth nibbling
on her ripe lower lip, her enchanting body, now bathed in slippery sweat,
writhing and bucking in feverishly rising heat to lasciviously spur Jesse
on, but she just couldn't make it happen.



   "Come on," Lauren yelled brokenly, twisting her smoothly rounded rump
with a new unleashed savagery, savoring the delectable smacking of her
lover's heavy balls against her puckered anus echoing lewdly throughout the
small room.  "Give it to me, damn it!

   He must have heard her guttural, animalistic plea because he plunged
harder and deeper in his mounting passion, corkscrewing his leanly driving
pelvis tighter into her soft, responsive cunny.  She arched her limber hips
up to him, meeting his brutal lunges with violent up-thrusts of her own. 
Her eyes glowing with near-bestial passion, she set the wild, untamed
cadence with her incessant moans beneath his nakedly pounding body, slaving
her insatiable pussy up and down his lust-hardened cock in an an inciteful
working rhythm.  He pounded into her mercilessly, causing the gooey channel
of her tightly milking cunny to blossom open even further in reception to
his pistoning strokes tunneling ever deeper.

   Lauren tossed her head in mesmerized, frustrated bliss, taunted cruelly
by the pleasure he was bringing her rapture-denied body, her smooth thighs
and pillowy buttocks quivering and twitching for the exquisite ecstasy to
be unleashed.  She knew that he had to be approaching the point of losing
control over his climax.  He was a remarkably skilled lover, able to force
back his eruption seemingly by force of will, but she knew even he had his
limitations.  "Ooohhh ...  harder, Darling!  Harder!" she urged, her
usually dulcet alto voice now roughly coarse with an overwhelming,
salacious appetite that had to be satisfied.  "Oh please, babyr ... 
harder!"

   In one last desperate effort, he attempted to step up the pace and
deepen his lunges as she writhed frantically under him, grinding up and
down his almost bursting cock with incredulous fury, her long, beautifully
tapered legs uncontrollably jerking, her toes tightly curled.  He rammed,
humped and speared in one last desperate effort, cupping the jiggling
globes of her shimmying fanny to lift the plane of her naked cunny higher
and more widely open to his almost inhuman battering of her vulnerable
pussy.  But she also knew he would then have full viewing of his beefy rod
sluicing in and out of her honey-drenched sex, would see her dripping and
clutching about him, and knew the visually-dependent male would be
irretrievably seduced.  Mere seconds later, she felt the jerking and
expanding of his heavy cock and realized its inevitable meaning.  He was
going to cum and ...  and leave her this way!  My God, she'd go out of her
mind...!

   "No!  No!  Please no!  God, darling not yet!  Don't come yet!" she
begged, jamming her gobbling cunny tightly up against the thundering rod of
throbbing male flesh as to try and stop it.  "Oh my God!  Don't leave me
this way, baby!"

   Knowing she had only mere moments before his irreconcilable crisis,
Lauren gritted her teeth and tried to focus her mind on one image ~~ a
single mental picture she could hold on to until she went careening over
the edge.  Then, without any conscious thought, she visualized Hannah
dancing in a luminous blue spotlight, wearing red stiletto heels and
nothing else.  With her eyes closed, her once angelic face distorted by
unfulfilled desires into a mask of debauched determination, she pictured
the sexy blonde's coltish legs and succulent breasts, her coquettish smile,
her risqué hips and muscular ass.

   `Of course,' Lauren thought in a blinding epiphany.  `It's Hannah ~~
that's who I need.  Hannah!' As soon as she said the precious name to
herself, Lauren felt herself go all shimmery inside.  Her gorged senses
were a swilling mass of confused lust, and she was unaware of the lewd
four-letter words tumbling wantonly from her lip.  All she was cognizant of
was the iridescent sphere of glittering flame coalesced in her loins and
was going to shatter into a billion pieces any second, the aqueous euphoria
exploding like an over-inflated balloon.  She wailed out as he ground her
rhythmically slurping cunny in her effort to have this surrogate lover
penetrate the furthest sanctuary of her sex, where she wanted Hannah to be
exploring.  It was coming ... like gushers of oil unleashed from the bowels
of the earth ... and there was no capping it.

   Lauren was vaguely aware of the hot stream spurting into her but all she
cared about was her long-delayed orgasm flooding through her womb.  With
Jesse's cock in her body but Hannah's image dominant in her mind, she
surrendered herself to the maelstrom of her jubilantly chaotic climax,
turbulent surges of cascading joy washing over her in crashing waves,
emanating from the tapped core of her sex that was pumping the mellifluous
rapture from her fluidic core like some well-tooled mechanism extracting
juice from the earth's entrails.  It was an orgasm the likes she'd rarely
experienced before, so joyous and fathomless that it left her near-weeping
with the sheer profundity of it.

   Later that night, as a blissfully ignorant Jesse snored beside her,
Lauren lay in bed, entranced by the rhythm of the rain of the tropical
storm that was passing by.  Feeling the refreshing coolness of the rain,
she allowed herself to think of her ~~ to picture Hannah standing there
scrumptiously naked, sensuously caressing the length of her sleek body, the
slight parting of her statuesque legs signaling her ignited arousal ~~ and
had to admit that she found the image overwhelmingly erotic.  She said
nothing as she fought to regain control of her ragged emotions and quell
the raging inferno of sensations that were tingling wildly in her
suddenly-unfulfilled loins and sex.  She closed her eyes tight and
pretended those wanton sensations racing through her loins were wicked and
evil, the devil's footprints.

   Dear God, she had to try to understand.

   Lauren quietly got out of bed and paced restlessly about her darkened
apartment.  Thunder was grumbling overhead and a gusting wind made the
cypress trees outside her bedroom creak and moan.  She folded her arms
beneath her breasts and stared at her reflection floating in the
rain-streaked glass, thinking upon the revelatory lovemaking she'd just
experienced.  In all truth, she knew that Jesse had done his best ...  and
was it his fault that she was some sort of freak?  As she looked at her
nude image and watched the rain slashing down, she thought of her darling
... and a warm feeling of deep compassionate surged through her for Hannah.
And it was in that moment her brain admitted to herself what her heart and
body had told her before: she had fallen head over heels in love with
Hannah.  `But how could that be?' she thought in whirling confusion.  `I'm
straight, aren't I?'

   Well, not completely, it seems, because a few nights later, Hannah and
Lauren wound up necking like crazy.  Lauren had taken a taxi to Satin
Sheets because her 1997 Honda was acting up yet again; after the pair got
off work, Hannah drove her ebony-eyed friend home in her pickup truck. 
When they got to the college students apartment, the blonde vixen parked in
the veiling shadow of a spreading magnolia tree.  Snow white blossoms like
glossy satin bows were drooping from the branches and the heady perfumed
scent of ripe flowers sweetened the sultry tropical air.

   "What a gorgeous night," Lauren murmured.

   "Isn't it?  Look at the moon sailing along."

   The exotic couple sat there for a few minutes, listening to the lonely
wail of a ship's horn over on the Burbuejo River.  And then, as Lauren said
good night and reached for the door, Hannah leaned over and took hold of
the younger girl's wrist.

   "I declare," the bubbly blonde cooed, breaking the charged silence in
the vehicle, "that I'm just so warm and relaxed." She placed her hand on
the back of Lauren's neck, stroking her bare skin in a soothing, plainly
seductive manner.  "But you seem a little tense, honey."

   Lauren tilted back her head, enjoying the tender, sensuous caresses on
her neck.  Her features felt warm with the little rush of blood excitedly
coloring them.  "No, I'm fine," she murmured in response and her voice
sounded husky even to herself.

   Wild impulses spread like fireflies through Lauren's desire-infused body
as she felt Hannah's arm gently drawing her into a cuddling closeness.  The
coquettish tease eased her hand down Lauren's back, rubbing her circling
fingers around the tip of her spine.  `It feels so tempting, so very good,'
Lauren let herself smile.

   "Lovely," she sighed, suddenly feeling surprisingly soft and buoyant. 
She saw Hannah's pretty face smiling at her and it occurred to her that
she'd never realized what a breathtakingly beautiful woman she really was.
Her facial bones were delicately sculpted, her mouth sumptuously full, her
nose exquisitely dainty.  There was both delicacy and inner strength in her
face, making her femininity all the more alluring.  The rich, glowing gold
of her hair gleamed with shadows ranging in hue from deep tawny to dark
corn silk.  Seeing those delectable features sent the last fleeting trace
of apprehension racing through Lauren, passing immediately in the aura of
beguiling warmth the burgeoning desire had spread through her entire body.

   Hannah's curvaceous bodyheat seemed to engulf her and Lauren sensed the
extended delicate hands caressing the crown of her head, almost lovingly
stroking her hair, thumbs caressing the valleys behind her ears.

   "Y-You have beautiful hair, darling ...  like moonlight-touched
midnight," Hannah whispered in a throaty, savoring rasp, the heat of her
breath like a torrid cloud floating down over Lauren's nuzzling face.  "Yes
...  you're such a gorgeous beauty, baby ..."

   Lauren started violently when the blue-eyed minx lowered her hand to her
cheek, tenderly grazing the curve with her nails.  Her finger traced the
outline of Lauren's lush lips, exploring their lavish fullness.  When she
saw the uncontrollable urge to taste them in Hannah's dazzling sapphire
eyes, it caused an ensemble of mixed emotions to tingle within her mind and
erotically awoken body; yet she felt she had no power, nor hardly the
desire to resist.  She felt as if spellbound in her overwhelming state of
delicious intoxication while the exquisite face moved closer to hers and
its perfect, soft mouth closed down upon her own, tenderly, wetly, warmly.

   The kiss was slow, thoughtful, tentative as Hannah moved her mouth over
Lauren's in gentle exploration.  Valerie's eyes drifted closed, her own
lips feeling strangely soft in response, relishing the subtle eroticism
heating her body and rattling her senses.  Instantly, all in a rush, her
cheeks were burning and she was breathlessly hot.  She'd never experienced
such a smooth, dreamy kiss and it was easy to lose herself in that
sumptuously feminine softness.  The creamy smoothness of Hannah's pliant
mouth really amazed her, and tasting her spicy lipstick made the kiss even
more exotic and arousing.  She opened her own lips to the gentle probing of
Hannah's sweet-tasting tongue, and she let out a little whimper as the
slippery lingual organ slid unhindered into the steamy grotto of her mouth.
Decadent pleasure radiated outward as Valerie's emotions whirled and
skidded, wallowing in this, her first Sapphic kiss.  No simple kiss had
made her feel this giddy since her first ones at age 14.  Her body relaxed
and melted to hers, wringing a decadent mewl from Hannah.

   `So this is it,' Lauren mused dizzily.  `This is what it feels like to
kiss a woman.  This is what it must feel like to a man when he kisses me.
All this ravishing softness.  The full pouty mouth and the baby-soft skin.
The perky breasts shoved up against me.  I could just melt away entirely,
kissing someone as soft as this.' All that long while, eyes tightly closed,
clinging to Hannah and continuously kissing her, Lauren breathed in the
delicious scent of her jasmine and jonquil perfume, her delicate powder,
her silken hair.  As they shifted this way and that, she noticed the sexy
rustle of their stockings and underthings whispering in the panting
silence.

   Lauren's noticing of the tiny details about her disappeared when
Hannah's kiss suddenly intensified, becoming hard, passionate, compelling.
Lauren's senses had been voluptuously heightened by the soft caressing of
her neck and back as well as the tender kiss, but now as it soulfully
deepened, all semblance of control fled her and her knees went weak.  She
felt a tremendous rush of raw erotic excitement, blood pounding deliriously
in her woozy brain and more intimate areas, leaping from her thundering
heart and making her entire body capriciously tremble.  Succumbing to it
completely, an audible sigh gurgled in her throat, muffled by Hannah's
sinuous tongue thrusting demandingly past her lips and teeth, drinking,
tasting, withdrawing and thrusting again.  Lauren reeled under the
soul-stirring expertise of Hannah's rapacious mouth, seething sexual
passion surging through her like some internal storm, untrammeled bolts of
rapture, pure and sharp, racing through her veins.  Her unfettered pleasure
seemed only to intensify Hannah's wild hunger and she drew even closer into
a true lover's embrace, filling the radiant heat of Lauren's mouth with her
unique taste even as she consumed hers.  Lauren had never known anything
quite like this, so naughtily glorious.

   Just then, the enamored couple heard a car approaching, its tires
sizzling on the pavement.  As they abruptly let go of each other and drew
apart, breaking off the torrid kiss, the passing headlights briefly threw
them in harsh light before they were plunged back into cloaking darkness.
Sitting there with her heart hammering in her chest and her moist panties
clinging like a second skin to her pulsating sex, Lauren self-consciously
threaded back her tousled hair with her fingers and tried vainly to compose
herself.

   "I guess I better go," Lauren mumbled shakily, not wanting to look her
girlfriend in the face, feeling suddenly awkward and shy.  "It's awfully
late."

   "You're a luscious girl, Lauren," Hannah whispered hotly, her turquoise
eyes flashing with an inner fire.  Then she blinked and flashed a friendly
smile.  "Okay, sweetie.  Sleep tight."

   Around noon the next day, Lauren woke up from a restless sleep,
punctuated by shockingly vivid dreams, and heard the phone ringing.  It was
Hannah, who cheerfully informed her that she'd be over in a half hour to
pick her up.  "Oh, and pack an overnight bag," she instructed.  "We're
going on a trip."

   "What are you talking about?"

   "Just get ready," she laughed.  "I'll see you soon."

   Still half-asleep, Lauren crawled out of bed and took a quick
revitalizing shower, and then tugged on a pair of denim cutoffs and a pink
tube top that flattened out her embarrassingly buoyant breasts and
enticingly showed off her nipples.  She didn't have time to do anything
more than make her hair up loose and sexy while gulping down a cup of
steaming coffee.  Tossing a toothbrush and a change of clothes into a
University duffle, she stepped out onto the porch to wait.

   Just minutes later, Hannah pulled up to the curb in her battered pickup.
Lauren was astonished at how all glammed up she was, wearing a fuchsia
bandeau and white satin shorts.  Even her makeup was dramatic: false
fluttery eyelashes, lots of bright lip gloss and a wash of shimmery glitter
dusted liberally on her bare shoulders.  With her lustrous silver nail
polish and scandalously high platform shoes, she looked ridiculously cute.
It cheered Lauren just seeing her.

   "Okay, so where are we going?" Lauren asked with an ebullient smile, her
hair whipping about as the pickup shot down the road.

   "Memphis," Hannah replied, breaking into a rebellious grin every time
she gunned the gas pedal.  "We're going to Graceland, honey.  Cool?"

   "Way cool!  When did you think this up?"

   "This morning when I got up.  It just hit me."

   Once out of Blue Bay they were on the winding coastal highway that led
south to Miami and north to Savannah, Georgia.  It was a splendid day,
dazzlingly hot, with the fiery sun blazing in a hazy blue summer sky and
burning through the thin material of their lightweight dress.  The stereo
alternated between blasting up-tempo rhythmic rock and roll, the new
Brittanica single that Lauren adored and sang lustily along with its
full-throated female singer, and twangy country, one of Texas Twister's
boot-stompin' songs making Hannah drum her flawlessly manicured long-nails
on the steering wheel in time to the exuberant music.  No matter the
soundtrack, both ladies thoroughly enjoyed the scenic, breathtaking view
from where the bent Cypress trees leaned toward the cool Atlantic Ocean
over immaculate beaches of rock and sand.  Each curve they rounded offered
a new panoramic scene of splendor, truly unequaled in beauty, and
temporarily sombering their mutually adventurous mood with a new feeling of
peace and tranquility.

   They stopped at a seaside somewhere on the Georgia Atlantic coast just
north of Savannah for lunch, enjoying a full plate of fresh monkfish with a
small carafe of dry white wine.  Everything seemed more wonderful than
Lauren had even imagined it would be, now that she was able to enjoy with
Hannah their new found friendship at leisure.  Only reluctantly did they
leave, continuing up the coastal route only a few miles before heading
inland.  Within a half hour they were in cotton country, surrounded for
miles by rolling fields of gauzy white fluff.  When early evening arrived,
they were only approaching the Tennessee border but by then, the wine from
lunch combined with the hot sun and concentrated effort of manipulating the
unwieldy truck had tired them both out.  When Lauren spotted a quaint motel
by the side of the road, Hannah gratefully pulled over and they gigglingly
agreed to check into a room for the night.

   The women crossed the parking lot to the main office in purple twilight,
with a flock of birds wheeling overhead and settling into the arbors.  By
the time they were climbing the stairs to the second-story room, the sky
had turned pitch-black and distant thunder was grumbling somewhere near by.
Stepping out of her flip-flops, Lauren went to the complimentary mini bar
to fix them something to drink.  When she returned to the living room with
two glasses of Long Island iced teas, Hannah was sprawled out on one the
beds with the remote in her hand, flipping through the various pay-per-view
options.

   "Hey, they've got some really sexy-sounding movies," she said.

   "Go ahead and play one if you'd like."

   Hannah kicked off her clunky sandals and clicked her choice, then
arranged herself on the opposite bed next to a lounging Lauren.  The
dark-haired college student sipped more of her drink, thinking as she
sensed the insidious warmth flowing through her that perhaps she had mixed
in a bit too much bourbon.  Sighing, wondering aimlessly if her
subconscious might be to blame, she lay back on the large pillow, noting
her dress had slipped far up her firmly smooth thighs.  Her senses were
fine-tuned, alert and ripe for any sign of warmth and comfort, and the
malleable pillow under her body seemed to press up into her loins, making
intimate contact through her sheer panties.

   Lauren's attentions were drawn by a pinpoint of light on the television,
and she watched as the beam grew until the entire screen in front of her
was brightly lit.  The movie was about to begin!  The electronic music that
had been playing over the opening credits faded out, and on the screen a
close shot of a beautiful young woman appeared.  She was asleep in a bed,
her long, Titian hair framing an attractive face against a pure white
pillow.  She was dreaming, as she squirmed slightly, and a low moaning
sound came from her pert lips.  There was the faintest hint of tiny beads
of perspiration on the actress's forehead, and her eyes blinked rapidly as
if she was half-asleep, half-awake.

   The camera pulled back slowly to reveal a feminine bedroom, and it was
apparent that the nubile starlet was sleeping with only a sheet covering
her ripe young body.  There were distinct impressions in the sheet
outlining the firm little breasts, narrow waist and sexily curving hips. 
Almost imperceptibly, the girl began to move her body, as if she were
trying to feel the faintest weight of the sheet where it pressed against
her.  The view angle changed to the foot of the bed and closed in on the
girl.  Her mouth was partly open, and her kittenish tongue flicked out and
in, moistening her lips until they glistened.  She was breathing faster and
faster, her chest rising and falling as her hand moved under the sheet, the
impression clearly showing that she was reaching for her bosom.  For a
moment, her hand lingered there fondling the twin mounds with obvious
pleasure, and then, the radiant heat of her body apparently stifling, she
grasped the edge of the sheet, slowly pulling it down, and Lauren caught
the sight of the lovely form of her exposed breasts.

   "Those are excellent breasts," Hannah suddenly exclaimed, seizing her
friend by her upper arm.  "Do you think she's acting or do you think it's
real?"

   "Definitely real," Lauren breathed, awed by what she was seeing, the
situation unfolding before her.  "Look at the way her breasts are moving."

   Her softly fleshed diminutive breasts were snowy white against the
sun-touched hue of her coppery skin; the nipples dark and the aureoles a
brownish gold.  Her hand moved immediately back over the fleshy nubs,
rolling them into a pointed hardness.  Her hips continued their undulating
motion, the sensuous rhythm becoming more intense as she became more
aroused.  She pushed the sheet down further, first exposing her smoothly
flattened belly, and then almost frantically, she kicked the sheet clear of
her body.  When the sexy seductress rolled her silk panties down and took
them off, Lauren gaped, stupefied at the closely trimmed crimson pubic
strip.  She shifted uncomfortably on the bed ...  but her mind was focused
entirely on the tender body on the screen as the vixenish starlet lay back
and scissored her legs, exposing to the camera the entire length of her
moistly glistening sex and the gleaming little clitoris nestled at the top
of the creamy cleft.

   Lauren blushed furiously as now the minx moved her loving hands to her
girlish breasts, tweaking her nipples to hardened chips.  Her touch left
her surging bosom then, circling down over her quivering stomach to rub her
inner thighs, her fingers never quite touching her most private parts. 
Lauren shuddered, fascinated with how the girl was building to a potent
lust ~~ and taking Lauren with her.  Apparently out of range of the
microphone, the actress soundlessly groaned, a silent plea but was obvious
by her gaping mouth and tossing head.

   Lauren held her breath, trying to quiet it as she watched the scene
before her.  She had never in her life seen such an erotic film, and she
was grateful for the silence of the room.  The inciting image was
penetrating her intoxicated haze, and she found that she empathized with
the lady on the screen.  It was as though that young woman was begging for
a release she couldn't have, and Lauren too felt the tingling sensation so
familiar to her.  It seemed to ignite in her tummy and slowly move down to
the space between her legs until it reached her already-pulsing bud.

   Lauren grabbed her drink to try and quench the flickering in her belly
but the Long Island Iced Tea only intensified the billowing heat and
naughty excitement inside her.  It was all she could do to keep from
touching herself there, and she wiggled her buttocks back into the soft
pillow, feeling the material of her dress and panties press up between her
moistly parted thighs.  She was hardly aware of her own hand as it moved
over to her breast, and she made no move to stop it as she felt the tiny
bud-like nipple harden under the lacy material of her brassiere.  She would
have to stop, but it could wait until the delicious tingling between her
legs subsided.  Keeping her eyes glued to the screen, she took another sip
of the bourbon-laced drink she held, her body rocking in an almost
discernible rhythm with the writhing girl.

   The actress' fingers couldn't stay away any longer...  they had to
touch, to relieve the burning sensation inside of her inflamed body.  Down
over the silky pubic thatch her tantalizing touch drew, down between her
firm young thighs so that the tips of her deft fingers revolved over her
rigidly pulsating clitoris.  The coquette twisted her taut buttocks against
the springy mattress as though she was trying to conceal herself in it, and
her hand played tormentingly at the buttery-soft slit.  As if being
marauded by an invisible lover, sheer wanton desire took hold of her, and
her hands began fluttering over her body as though they were out of control
...  until they both came to rest at the "V" of her sleek thighs.  She
groaned with the contact of her hands against her obviously aroused pussy,
and she pulled her knees up, jackknifing them back and spreading her legs
even wider apart until the camera was zeroed in on the moistly glistening
groove between.  The half-moons of her rounded buttocks shone clearly,
divided by the sultry furrow between them.  Her tiny anus nestled
mysterious and inviting below the swollen and agitated lips.  The girl
extended her long middle finger and, sliding it slowly downward, she
inserted it into the alluringly glistening valley, stroking the bud-like
clitoris at the same time.

   The horny actress' sensuous movements on the bed increased as her
probing fingers worked themselves inside the blushing edges of her
trembling young cunny, slowly widening the pouty labia.  She churned her
finger in and out smoothly as her lush rump rose and fell in response to
the pleasuring digit.  Her face tightened as she shamelessly masturbated,
her silken skin now shimmering with the sheen of her lubricious pumpings.
Lauren could feel her own moist pussy start to instinctually twitch ~~ and
now she had unbidden thoughts of how Hannah's abandoned kissing had so
aroused her prurient desires to the point where she succumbed to her
fevered sexual needs in the form of her own frenzied self-loving.  She
fuzzily tried to convince herself that it wouldn't happen, that somehow
she'd control the liquor in her and overcome any such carnal temptations.

   For a brief moment a suddenly sober Lauren considered turning off the
movie, simple leaving, anything to break the erotic spell, but that
inhibited thought quickly faded as she took another sip of her inebriating
drink.  The potent liquor seemed to calm her unsettled mind, while her
awakened body was alive with sensations coursing through her flesh in
licking flames of wanton desire.  Small sparkles of delicious feeling
danced over her nerves to her throbbing nipples.  Her emotions ran away,
and what puritanical fear she might have felt earlier was simply
overpowered by an ever increasing flood of raw desire.  She hazily snuggled
while her eyes remained fixed on the infinitely sexy movie.

   The lust-ensorcelled woman in the film was possessed with a seemingly
implacable need as she writhed beneath her own driving fingers in
uncontrollable passion, striving heedlessly for her tumultuous orgasm.  The
steadily increasing rhythm drew loud grunts of bestial pleasure from deep
in her throat as her fingers lunged harder and harder into the tightly
clasping pink folds, making sloppy sucking noises as she withdrew them
again.  Her face was contorted with a ruttish craving as she strained
furiously to reach a glorious climax, her mouth open and groaning in
obvious frustration.  She rolled her head from side to side, her hair
flying like a thousand soft whips onto the pillow, and it was apparent she
was becoming desperate for any kind of release.

   The camera panned up to focus solely on the starlet's impassioned face.
Her long-lashed eyes were squinched tightly closed and her formerly
pristine features were now mottled with deep shades of scarlet and violet.
A look of immense concentration had radically transformed her once angelic
beauty, her teeth clenched in seeming violence, straining every sinew and
muscle in her frustrated longing for penultimate release.  Suddenly the
cords of her swan-like neck tightened, the veins swelled and visibly
pulsed, and she blushed a deep crimson as a piercing squeal ripped from
between her lips.  As her rampageous orgasm took command of her body, her
expression paradoxically shifted back and forth between ethereal rapture
and excruciating anguish.  It was a poignant thing to see and it made
Lauren unbearably hot.

   "Well, goodness," Hannah murmured.  "She actually came."

   The expression on the blonde beauty's face was so earnest that Lauren
felt awkward and self-conscious.  It didn't help that she was still
instinctively tightening and relaxing her inner muscles, making her
clitoris pulsate every time she flexed her cunny.  Had she been alone, she
would have been masturbating furiously by now.  And when she stole a
side-long glance over at Hannah, it was obvious she was in the same torrid
condition.  They were both seriously aroused, wet-pussied women who'd gone
into heat.

   As the scene came to an end, Hannah shamelessly grabbed her crotch in
both hands and expelled her breath.  "Whew, what a trip!  I'm so horny I
could scream."

   "That makes two of us," Lauren breathlessly replied.  "Why don't we do
something about it?"

   Instead of answering, Hannah simply took off her top and tossed it aside
with a secret smile.  Lauren smiled back, her eyes drinking in the sight of
her bared little breasts, as proud and innocent as Eve's.  Her eagerly
quivering breasts were high and defiant, much smaller than Lauren's and
lusciously capped with bronze-colored halos.  The puffy nipples were big to
begin with, and at the moment they seemed to be fairly leaping off her
chest.  Even though the ebon-eyed student had seen her bared bosom at work
many times before, this was the first opportunity she'd had to overtly
inspect them up close.  They were breathtakingly beautiful.

   "I was hoping we'd get it on," Hannah said huskily, interrupting
Lauren's reverie.  "I've wanted to for a long time."

   Without a moment's hesitation, off came her shorts and white lace
undies. Lauren was struck once again by how exquisitely narrow her fellow
stripper's waist was, how her distinctly womanly hips swelled down onto
creamy thighs and smooth-muscled calves.  Where her svelte thighs met
beneath her toned tummy, the wide-eyed college girl was treated to glimpse
of a clean-shaven pussy, the gleaming split framed with large, pouty
coral-shaded lips.  When Lauren squinted her eyes, the honey-haired girl's
swollen labia looked like a pink camellia crushed up between her coltish
legs.

   Standing up, Lauren demurely turned her back and began loosening the
buttons of her dress.  She listened intently as she disrobed, hearing
Hannah's breath noticeably slow, and knew, shivering, that the naughty girl
was intently watching her.  Lauren worked her trembling fingers at the
chaste buttons whose closure concealed her body, thinking that Hannah's
secret interest mirrored her own nameless impulses that made the innocent
student crave the sight of female flesh.  It made her feel ... strange
inside and yet somehow it felt liberating to let Hannah watch.

   As Lauren's hands chanced to brush across her bosom, they found her
pudgy nipples puckered up tight.  Biting her lip, she checked again.  Yes,
those rosy peaks indeed were full and stiff, delightedly so.  The feathery
touch of her curious fingertips sent a shimmering tingle quivering to the
pit of her tummy.  The sensation was delicious, yet she dared do no more,
for behind her back was Hannah watching.  Yet even if she was ~~ Lauren
hesitated for a moment.  `Well,' she thought finally, `nothing dared,
nothing gained.' She cupped the pillowy weight of her jiggling tits and
gave their sensitive buds another squeeze for good measure.

   Slowly, Lauren wriggled out of her garment, purposefully, knowing that
the older girl was watching her ... hungrily.  Somewhere deep in her soul,
she knew her maidenly coyness would inflame the lusts of this luscious lady
even more so with tantalizing slowness she pushed the dress off her hips,
off her buttocks ... knowing how her naked flesh must shine creamy and
desirable even in the stark motel room luminescence.  Then she let the
rustling garment slide teasingly down her bared thighs, slowly, slowly down
to the floor.  When she coquettishly turned, shaking out her mane of dusky
curls, she dimly began to understand how seductive this little action was.
Hannah was clearly thrilled to the sight, her breath audibly quickening,
her flashing eyes traveling across Lauren's naked flesh as eagerly as her
own had relished the blonde's glorious nudity.  Hannah's gaze was wildly
inflaming, both demure and searching all at once.

   Feeling suddenly overwhelmed by the sweltering heat, made all the more
steamy by the near-palpably erotic atmosphere, Lauren hopped up and turned
on the radio, twirling the dial until she found some soft, smoky jazz. 
Leaving a somewhat bewildered Hannah on the bed, she went about the
switching off most of the lights.  Suddenly a terrific clap of raging
thunder shook the building, and then torrents of tropical rain began
slashing down into the street.  Through the wide-open French doors, Lauren
could see a cypress tree thrashing in the gusting wind.

   "Let's dance," Lauren suggested.  "You can lead ~~ you're taller than
me."

   "No, you lead.  Put on some heels."

   Lauren went and got a pair of shiny black spikes that made her legs look
nearly as shapely as Hannah's.  They met in the middle of the room and
hesitantly ~~ yet trembling with unacknowledged desires ~~ tenderly cuddled
for a slow dance, letting their naked bodies come together.  Giggling like
a schoolgirl, Hannah pressed her belly against Lauren as they danced,
indulging the ebon-eyed lass in the decadent sensation of her satiny-smooth
skin against the length of the younger woman's body.  It was so easy to
fall into the intimate rhythm of their courtship, rolling their hips while
the capricious wind sprayed rain through the door and zigzags of
coruscating lightning flashed in the velvet night sky.  Hannah's small
breasts bobbled into Lauren's own tender mounds, the rigid nipples poking
into doughy softness like fingers.  When Hannah's arms encircled her in a
loving embrace, Lauren's hands shyly slid down her girlfriend's waspish
waist and about her curving hips.

   Lauren was uncertain about what to do, and was delighted when Hannah
happily guided her, encouraging the Sapphic virgin to stroke her tapering
back, sloping waist and plush buttocks.  As she relished the delectable
sensation of Hannah kneading her own rump, Lauren thought about what joy it
would be to learn from her best friend the love of one maiden for another,
to make her cry out in unbridled ecstasy.  There was no doubt, by the way
her sleek body undulated against her own supple curves, that Hannah was
well-suited to the arts of love.  The lovely blonde had pressed her face
into the fragrant mass of raven hair, her flushed cheek hot against
Lauren's, her lips nuzzling the soft, sensitive skin of Lauren's earlobe.
Hannah licked, sucked and teased her lover's sensitive ear and her soft,
fuzzy neck mercilessly until Lauren clung even tighter.

   "Oh, my dear Hannah," she breathed, `let me kiss you!" She leaned close,
and her open mouth suckled hungrily at Hannah's, sinuous tongue grateful
and fierce.  Lauren's fingers squeezed rhythmically at her girlfriends
luxuriant tush, inflaming her natural feminine lusts.  She responded with a
fiercely loving kiss, Lauren's serpentine tongue between her pursed lips,
gently nipping at the wriggling organ with her teeth.  Lauren knew that
Hannah must have been longing to intensify their lesbianic lovemaking, to
suckle on the plums of her nipples, to perhaps even dip her hungry face
down into her musky paradise, but that she sensed Lauren's hesitant twinges
and satisfied herself with what the still-chaste girl was comfortable with.
The depth of Hannah's unselfish love and desire sent a shiver of liquescent
joy rippling thickly into the trembling pit of Lauren's loins.  They moaned
unabashedly into each other's mouths, exulting as they mutually squeezed
and caressed so innocently, so delightfully at heavenly soft mounds of
womanish flesh.

   Hannah introduced a new route to their mutual pleasures.  Without ever
breaking off the soulful kiss that had her lips pressed against Lauren's
fervent mouth, the worldly blonde braced their already entwined ankles by
maneuvering her calf, her knee and her thigh between Lauren's long legs. 
Slowly she brought her leg up between the ebon-maned undergrad's thighs,
higher and higher.  At the same time, her formerly tenderly massaging
fingers now cheekily fondled the fleshy globes of her ample rear end.  When
she audaciously trailed a fingertip along the silken groove of her ass, a
dribble of honey trickled out of Lauren's heated slit.  She hesitated only
briefly at the raw intensity of these dual stimulations, but then relaxed
and parted her buttery-smooth thighs willingly.

   Lauren didn't flinch as Hannah squirmed around until she had slid her
upper thigh against the juicy split peach below her tremulous tummy. 
Lauren gasped quietly in her precious lover's ear, in surprise and delight.
The toasty-warm heat of Hannah's lust-heated pussy radiated into her
splayed thigh, spilling slippery dew about her flexing muscle, and the
modestly bosomed blonde's warm nipples twinkled on her own jutting nubbins.
Taking hold of both wrists in one grasp, Hannah raised Lauren's arms above
her head and firmly pushed her back against the wall.  The moment the
statuesque brunette's spine was arched against the plaster, Hannah once
more began to sway to the smoky music, pressing her leg rhythmically into
the dripping flesh of Lauren's sodden sex.  Within mere moments, her thighs
dripped with the Sapphic maid's eager moisture, and all about in the
intimate night they both could smell the uniquely exotic scent of feminine
arousal.

   "I could probably come like this," Lauren exhaled in her girlfriend's
ear.  Though she longed for direct stimulation of Hannah's undoubtedly
skillful fingers, this, she soon realized, was a most enjoyable substitute.
She was already fiercely horny from the sexy video, the astonishingly
stimulating stripping before another woman and the previously erotic
dancing, and it took little to make her wantonly moan into Hannah's tangled
tresses as the older woman worked her own poor neglected cunny against her
rising leg.

   "If I had a dick," Hannah whispered obscenely, "I'd fuck your ass for
you.  Would you like that?"

   "Yes, I'd love it," Lauren answered enthusiastically.  She dropped her
head down to Hannah's shoulder and held on tightly, digging her nails into
the sexy blonde's bare back and mashing her aching pussy against her
girlfriend's thrusting leg.  Within the liquid core of her most intimate
being, nameless joys fused into a consolidated delectation.  The thrumming
pressure in her loins mounted relentlessly, beautifully.  Slowly those
nectarous sensations spread along her trembling limbs, through the
shamelessly doused thigh against which Hannah blissfully pressed herself,
down the rippling muscles of Lauren's forearms, into even the hands that
glided down the slope of the spine to clutch at the yielding mounds of her
practiced lover's delectable bottom.

   For a minute or so, the entire focus of the sensual duo was down in
their respective cunnies, moist pink petals sloppily kissing one another's
undulating thighs, they clung to each other desperately, so tightly that it
was hard to differentiate Hannah's tremors from Lauren's shudders, mutually
escalating with the dizzying heights their delirious passions mounted and
climbing still higher.  Their bare breasts bobbled against one another's,
and as they did, it seemed to both women that they could feel the sweet
little pressure of their rubbery nipples catching upon resilient flesh,
flipping free, and catching happily again.  Both Hannah and Lauren felt
that their whole bodies seemed aflame.

   The girls moved together with an easy, liquid grace, slippery with the
heated moistures of fresh honest sweat and wanton lubrication, Onward
coursed the honeyed pleasures of their lovemaking until Lauren knew exactly
when Hannah was about to climax.  She could feel it in the tensed up
muscles of her beloved's bobbling bottom and the sudden frantic wiggle in
her pumping loins.  Lauren's soul was transported by the incredible idea
that she could make this scrumptious nymph reach ecstasy, and as she clung
lovingly to Hannah, she knew she would soon share in the sybaritic blonde's
transcendental euphoria.  Oh, it seemed Heaven itself!  Lauren nearly
swooned, her spasming legs giving way, and the amorous couple sank down to
the floor together, as graceful as dying swans in a classical ballet as
they floated in diaphanous rapture.  On and on their rhapsodic pleasures
pulsed, hot and joyous and strong.

   They must have dozed off, curled up together side by side, because when
Lauren's eyes fluttered open, inky darkness colored the skies and a
midnight moon was sailing brightly by.  Rain still fell outside, not nearly
as hard as before, and when the streak of lightning occasionally flared the
room, the rumbling thunder was several seconds in its wake.

   Raising herself on an elbow, Lauren whispered, "Are you awake?"

   "No, I'm sleeping.  I'm dreaming about a girl named Lauren."

   "Oh, really?  What's she like?"

   "Sort of a bookworm type.  Kinda twerpy."

   "You rat!" Lauren laughed self-effacingly and poked her girlfriend in
the ribs.  Opening her eyes, Hannah flashed an affectionate smile and
wrapped her arms around the ebon-haired student.  As Lauren leaned over to
kiss the blonde beauty, her dark mane cascaded down and curtained her
Sapphic lover's face.  She put her hand on one of the blonde's
schoolgirlish breasts.  It felt so firm and cozy in her palm that Lauren
got distracted from kissing her girlfriend and sat up to look at her
friend's tits.  There they were, pointing out impudently, all swollen and
rosy-pink at the tips.

   "You've got really great boobs," Lauren said adoringly, fondling the
firm, high mounds with delirious abandon, squeezing, thumbing her thickened
nipples, wallowing in the modest flesh.

   Hannah deftly twisted away from her lovers caresses only to gather
Lauren's dangling orbs in her own palms.  "Yikes ~~ these are heavy.  Here,
lemme suck on these bad girls..."

   When Hannah closed her eyes, Lauren leaned forward and eased one of her
buoyant spheres over to her receptive mouth.  Her frisky tongue flicked out
and lazily swirled around the ebon-eyed girl's coffee-hued nipple before
she pursed her plush lips and delicately sucked on it.  When Hannah
gingerly applied a little more pressure to her tantalizing sucklings,
flitters of decadent desire sank down into Lauren's quivering belly and a
luscious thickness began gathering about her twitching mons.  She started
to shiver a little bit, and Hannah responded by opening wider and sucking
with more spirited energy.

   "Nice," Lauren hedonistically breathed.  "Don't stop."

   As the minutes passed, a peaceful sort of stillness settled over the
amorous couple.  Hannah was greedily clutching Lauren's pillowy bosom in
both hands, working patiently at her buxom lover's luxurious breast with
her bee-stung lips.  Soon Lauren's tits felt delectably warm and
pudding-heavy, and her sucked-on nipple was pulsating in perfect synchrony
with her aroused clitoris.  Then Hannah switched to the neglected nipple
and nursed on the puffy peak at the same deliberate pace.  Lauren gave a
long sigh and felt a puddle of her own sticky honey forming beneath her,
breathing in the earthy musk of her own arousal.  Hannah's hungry mouth and
Lauren's surging breast seemed nearly fused, the one melting into the
other, and minute by minute the statuesque beauty grew more placid and
belly-thick, more dazed and contented and flushed.

   In her near-soporific state, Lauren did not resist when she sensed
Hannah's right hand stealthily slide away to stroke across the silken skin
of her tender inner thighs; rather she shuddered at her girlfriend's
provocative touch.  Hannah smiled serenely as she began to deliberately
masturbate the younger girl.  Lauren gasped in surprise at the sudden
escalation in intimacy, but she could not help moaning at Hannah's
stimulating attentions.  The experienced lesbian started at the top of her
creamy vulva, employing the first two fingers of her left hand, rubbing in
tiny circular strokes all about the bud of the flower of Lauren's
femininity, purposefully, teasingly.  Though Lauren ached for direct
stimulus to her slippery clit, Hannah tormentingly withheld the favor and
the college student realized her lover was going to make her suffer
exquisitely.

   It was joyous work for both ladies, Hannah laboring wickedly to
eroticize her innervated lover, sending her sinful pleasures higher, and
higher ... yet coyly refusing to grant the ultimate bliss which Lauren's
galvanized body craved.  Teasingly Hannah would drag her dew-doused digits
over the sensitive inner labia which could no longer close to protect the
shy, wanton bud of the clitoris.  Yet even though she slipped lubricated
fingertips into the gooey entrance of the glistening grotto, inducing
dynamic spasms of lavish sensation in Lauren's desperate cunny, still
Hannah refrained from stroking the seat of her carnal pleasure.  Though the
younger woman's hips bucked and her cushiony breasts bobbled beneath
Hannah's incessant sucklings, she lay submissively beneath her girlfriend's
titillating caresses, knowing that eventually Hannah would reward her and
secretly excited to be exposing herself to another woman so naughtily.

   `I'm going to come,' Lauren thought the moment Hannah drew her finger
reverently across the glossy flesh of her bared clitoris.  A violent tremor
ran through her body and the tempestuous lusts that had been burning with
increasing urgency now were loosed beyond control.  A gratifying fullness
engulfed her fluttering belly and nectared sensations spread slowly through
her trembling limbs, coiling heavily in her jiggling breasts, throbbed
fiercely in the nipples immersed in the steamy heat of Hannah's mouth. 
"Nice, nice, nice," Lauren crooned as her clitoris went zing,
incandescently imploding and issuing out frothy surges of melty sweetness
that dripped like warm candlewax through her swollen bosom.  Hannah kept
sucking until she sensed her lover's feverish orgasm ebbing away, and then
she plucked Lauren's slick nipple out of her mouth and peeked up at the
raven-tressed lovely with her luminous eyes.

   "Happy tits?" she said gently.

   "Yes ~~ lovely.  Want me to do yours?"

   "No, do my pussy, okay?"

   "I've never done a pussy," Lauren confessed shyly.  "You're my first."

   Hannah floated a lazy grin.  "Believe me, I know.  But there's nothing
to it.  You'll love it," she reassured the skittish novice.  "Go on, now.
Don't be bashful."

   Spreading her lithe legs, Hannah pushed her delicate hands down until
her fingertips slipped across her drippy sex.  She dug her fingertips into
the spongy pink flesh and pulled apart the engorged petals, making a sexy
squelching sound as she splayed open her juicy vagina.  Kneeling by
Hannah's side, Lauren dropped her torso happily across her girlfriend's
taut belly and snuggled down between her shapely dancer's thighs to survey
the heavenly sight.  She smelled nothing but the powerful scent of her
lover's excited body, a sweetly cloying perfume, not as earthy and
dark-toned as Lauren's, and saw nothing but the open glories of her Sapphic
lover's succulent womanhood.  Hannah's clear-polished nails glittered like
precious jewels about her crimson core, the inner tissues vivid and
glistening, drenched with wanton lubrication.  Between her shamelessly
parted labia trembled the precious bud of her clitoris ~~ naked and
upright. Lauren took a ragged deep breath, her mind reeling, that she was
about to discover what lesbianic lovemaking truly was ~~ the thought was
profoundly exciting.

   Closing her eyes, Lauren lowered her flushed face that final inch and
pressed her investigating tongue to the pearl of Hannah's pleasure rising
alluring and sweet.  When the vixenish blonde let out a choked gasp, Lauren
slipped her hands beneath the globular cheeks of her friend's muscular
little behind and wrapped her hungry mouth between the slippery labia which
Hannah's slim fingertips held so daintily open and eased her tongue into
her lover's body.  Oh, she tasted so good, felt so smooth and right! 
Feeling Hannah immediately convulsing only whetted Lauren's libidinous
appetite and she voraciously lapped at her, pleasuring her, the ebon-maned
college girl's flushed cheeks shining with dripping honey.  Mirroring what
Hannah had done to her own breasts, Lauren nursed relentlessly within her
lover's blatantly sodden sex.

   Lauren felt Hannah's fingers clawing aimlessly at her curvaceous hips as
she tongued her, and Lauren thrilled to the depth of emotion it betrayed.
On and on she licked at the blonde minx's vulva, wonderfully contented ~~
yet something in the way Hannah's fingers clutched so desperately made
Lauren's mind reel.  As the younger woman sucked so joyously at her
girlfriend's exquisite cunny, Hannah was reaching for Lauren's own pussy.
Sighing gratefully, she slowly raised her left leg and threw it across the
older girl's supine body in the classic 69.  The bawdy position opened her
up, squishy and nectar-doused, before Hannah's gaze.  Gingerly Lauren
inched her hips down toward Hannah's face, licking imploringly within the
blonde's savory sex, encouragingly, and was soon rewarded with her lover's
hands grasping the upturned cheeks of her ass, the squeezing caresses
inspiring Lauren's own desperate tonguings.

   When Hannah placed her kissing lips on the wet smear of Lauren's sex,
the wheat-haired vixen's tongue knowingly probing across the swollen nodule
of Lauren's incited clit, a bright blue flame of radiant pleasure streaked
straight up her belly and breasts to the base of her dizzy brain.  Her
whole body pulsed gratefully and she passionately squashed her vibrant
cunny across Hannah's pretty face, nearly smothering her ... but to
Lauren's astonished delight Hannah willing mouth reveled in her sopping
slit, smacking her lips dirtily, probing and caressing the sodden velvet
with her sinuous tongue with a horny enthusiasm and implicit knowledge as
no male lover ever had done.

   Groaning in uninhibited abandon, Lauren placed her own licentious tongue
purposefully upon the slippery little pearl of Hannah's agonized clitoris
and mercilessly polished it with all the love that one friend could have
for another.  As Lauren committed herself to Hannah so unequivocally,
worshipful lips sucking the taut nubbin that was the molten core of her
girlfriend's ecstasies and her own serpentine tongue swabbing wickedly all
about, she knew wordlessly that their fates had become one, as had their
joys.  In this consummation of intimate union, there was no higher love,
than that reflected in this closed, selfless circle of profound femininity,
creamy flesh merging lovingly where both were pink and open and wet. 
Lauren and Hannah clung to each other's undulating hips desperately,
grasping fingers digging into yielding buttocks, each devotedly striving to
serve up to the other the halcyon blisses which only those two could
engender.  It was all the amorous couple had ever imagined or fantasized
about, and much, much more.

   At long last Lauren's thrumming tongue pushed Hannah over the precipice,
and she felt her lover spasming helplessly between her adoring lips, her
grateful mouth prodding Lauren ever more insistently.  The mellifluous
pleasure Lauren gave Hannah reverberated hotly into the younger woman.  In
a sense it was almost like making love to herself, for as Lauren licked
Hannah as she instinctively knew a woman needed, as she covetously longed
for herself, the same erotic treatment fluttered between her own quaking
thighs ~~ yet it was so much more, so much deeper!  Lauren exposed herself,
left herself naked and vulnerable, and was rewarded with an altruistic love
in return, and in the lust-provoking tattoos Hannah's sinful tongue played
upon the taut drumhead of her own palpitating clitoris Lauren felt the
inventive initiative of her profoundly sensual girlfriend's wild,
soul-stirring affections.

   A pulsing fullness, honeyed and thick, welled up from the deliquescent
core of Lauren's very being, and she felt her netherlips suck hungrily
against Hannah's pretty plums in a delightfully reciprocal soulkiss.  The
thought of such faithful love incarnated in a deeply intimate kiss proved
naughtily arousing to Lauren, the glittering spark that ignited her
turbulent orgasm.  Her whole body was set alight, the infernal fires
cauterizing her flailing limbs, scorching her throbbing nipples,
incinerating her joyously whirling mind ... and while Lauren gasped out her
undying devotion within the crushed velvet of Hannah's split cunny,
suckling with unslakable thirst at the sweet salty flesh of her
oversensitized clit, Lauren felt their dual rapture spiral dizzyingly
upward as the trembling circle of nakedness created itself around and
around and around...

   The storm resumed its fury for the rest of the night, and the thunder
kept crashing so loudly that more than once it startled Hannah and Lauren
awake.  They made impassioned love each time, naked and gasping on the
tousled quilts of the narrow hotel bed, kissing and caressing each other
toward their mutual exhaustion.  Time after time their naked sexes throbbed
with the shuddering liquid joys of the seemingly-interminable climaxes each
gifted the other.  They gasped out their love for one another with tongues
that endlessly craved the taste of perfumed juices and lips that wished to
wallow in the welcoming folds of each others cunny.  It seemed that nothing
could quench them.

   But when morning came, much as the storm that had washed away the summer
stickiness had passed in the night, so did their own ravenous hunger. 
Hannah and Lauren took a shower together, a seemingly innocent exercise
that very nearly rekindled the flames, and they certainly spent forever
getting dressed but they did not indulge themselves and were out the door a
little before noon.  The tropical sun was blistering and they were very
quiet, lost in their own thoughts, on the hour and a half drive it took to
get to Memphis.  Knowing they would need a full day to thoroughly explore
Graceland, they mutually agreed to take a leisurely stroll down to the
river, roaming around the small shops, browsing over the small trinkets on
display, set out to attract the multitudes of tourists that invaded the
city.

   After an afternoon repast of coffee and beignets at an open-air café,
they started to head on foot towards the hotel and by pure chance passed a
high-end erotic boutique.  Both smiled shyly and paused to look at the
dildos tastefully displayed in the window.  Most of them were way to large
for Lauren's demure taste, but Hannah tapped on the glass with her nails
and pointed to an obscenely oversized double-ended black phallus mounted
with a truly unique harness.

   "C'mon, let's go in and buy one of those strap-on things," Hannah
whispered nastily.  "Don't you want me to fuck you with that?"

   Lauren wobbled with the intense arousal Hannah's profanity strangely
generated in her, and a half-hour later she found herself lounging naked on
the bed in the hotel room, moody sunlight slanting in through the shielding
blinds and the ceiling fan spinning softly overhead.  Hannah stood before
her, equally nude, sapphire eyes gleaming beneath arched smoky blonde
brows, pouty lips curving slyly, glowing hair cascading about her elegant
shoulders.  Lauren found her terrifyingly beautiful.  Hannah's fixed gaze
frightened her, but she could not help feeling achingly aroused as well. 
She was naked before Hannah, vulnerable and available and knew as she knew
her own name that Hannah would have her way with her.  Lauren would give
herself to Hannah, unreservedly, and Hannah knew it as well.

   There was nothing Lauren could do but submit as Hannah pushed her back
against the plush mattress and stared down lustfully at her alluring
nudity. Lauren trembled in anticipation beneath the older woman's searching
eyes, the points of her bobbling breasts crinkled up tight and hard.  Her
pulse throbbed within her wet cunny.  The great dildo in Hannah's hand was
like a savage's monstrous club ~~ but Lauren knew that she could not deny
Hannah, no matter where her reckless passions might lead.  Lauren licked
her dry lips and stared wide-eyed as Hannah raised one of the svelte legs
to put her foot up on the bed.  The glossy lips of her fragrant sex opened
before Lauren's face, deliciously.

   To Lauren's astonishment, Hannah unceremoniously drew the massive dildo
between her lissome thighs.  Lauren's breath caught in her throat at the
sexy sight of the rounded tip nudging the portals of her sticky labia. 
Then, smiling fixedly, she gave the beast-sized toy a slow, purposeful
shove and began gliding it up into her well-lubricated pussy, inch by
tantalizing inch.  Lauren quivered wordlessly at the sight of that curving
pillar of plastic penetrating her shameless womanhood, stretching the
flanking vulva tight, rubbing inexorably against the tremulous morsel of
her engorged clitoris.  Deeper sank the streamlined shaft, deeper and ever
wider, until it was lodged snug within her gooey depths, between her
shapely hips.  The other end rose up, threatening and potent ~~ like the
perversely huge surrogate cock it was.

   Though she secretly feared the erotic instrument was far too big for
her, something within Lauren stirred at this inventive display of raw
feminine desire.  She watched in awe as Hannah silently pulled the leather
straps that form the restraining harness about her taut belly and curving
hips and cinched it tight across her waspish waist.  The dildo she'd
selected was a ridiculously thick, vulgarly enormous model, flesh-toned and
realistically veined.  Protruding most unnaturally from Hannah's crotch, it
looked positively mammoth.

   "Do you think you can handle this?" Hannah suddenly asked, honest
concern tingeing her words.

   "Yes," Lauren breathed, not at all certain but trusting Hannah
implicitly.  While the coquettish blonde squirted some KY jelly onto the
dildo to slick up the shaft, Lauren put her fingertips into her luscious
vagina, audaciously peeling apart the swollen labia to bare her untouched
clit, which stood up full and pulsing in the sultry air.  The torture of
keeping her swabbing fingers away from that quavering nubbin was
excruciating.

   "Spread your legs wider, Lauren," Hannah said huskily, staring down at
her defenseless lover through her dense lashes.  It took her breath away to
see the statuesque beauty lying there like that, looking adoringly up at
Hannah with her luminous emerald eyes and her ebony-dark hair spread out
glamorously on the pillow.

   "Yes, Hannah," Lauren said meekly.  Stretching, she obeyed, doing an
athletic full split with her legs, vulnerably exposing her musky pussy to
Hannah's experienced eyes.  Then, holding onto the perspiration-sheened
flesh of the bottoms of her thighs, she drew her knees about her shoulders.
Her nectar-dripping cunny was angled higher, and she thrilled to the
raunchy act.  The night air swirled over her wet sex, and Lauren could
smell herself, salty and wonderfully feminine, felt herself opening up deep
inside, and knew the position afforded the sexy blonde a clear view into
the beckoning pink of her sticky depths.

   Lauren's eyes slid closed as Hannah inclined her curvaceous hips toward
her.  Before her, Lauren sensed, bobbed the vast bulk of the dildo, felt it
nudge her swelling haunches, felt it brush her thatch.  The shaft was still
faintly warm from being carried beneath her clothing, warm and wet like
some curious saliva-coated fingertip, a great feminine digit blithely
unconcerned with false modesty.  The charcoal-colored thing played
tantalizingly about Lauren's most secret reaches.  Then the round, tapering
head landed squarely at the gaping entrance to her lubricious interior. 
Lauren's breath caught in her throat, but she made no other sound, laying
there trembling, completely at her lover's mercy.

   "You're my sweetheart," Hannah whispered supportively.

   "You're mine too," Lauren breathed, coiling her calves around Hannah's
waist to encourage her forward.  Slowly, slowly Hannah let the bulbous head
move ... back and forth, back and forth, merely half an inch.  Hesitantly
Lauren opened her eyes and saw Hannah towering over her, beautiful and
serene, her smile undeniably impudent.  Even as she gazed beatifically down
upon Lauren's body, ripe and willing, Hannah slowly edged the rubber
instrument into her.  Lauren was tremendously aroused, the soused lips of
her pussy swollen and open, and at first the huge dong slid smoothly. 
`Yes,' Lauren thought, `it's merely like a penis, nothing to fear...'

   Yet soon the invading dildo was obviously much larger than any cock
she'd ever experienced.  Though she craved Hannah's ultimate possession,
Lauren could not banish the cloying fear that her tender body might not be
able to accommodate the mighty member which loomed between her whorishly
raised thighs.  The welcome tip of the dildo was so smoothly seductive, so
warm and reassuring ... but each progressive inch grew dauntingly thicker
within her.  The only thought that comforted her was that just as one end
of the intimidating dong was slid into her, its other end was plunged
deeper still into Hannah.  Even as the vampish blonde eased the curving rod
of frictionless gel down into Lauren's stretched split, slipping with
excruciating slowness back and forth beneath the quaking bud of her
sensitized clitty, the substitute-cock was sunk to the scented depths of
her own wanton cunny as well.  As Hannah torturously stimulated Lauren, she
did the same to herself.

   Lauren's plump labia stretched inexorably wider.  The dildo was thick
beneath her belly, uncomfortably so ~~ but despite her undeniable
discomfort, she was far from sure she wanted to stop it.  Her clitoris
tingled pleasurably, but she instinctively knew she needed more, and more.
If this strange, exciting lovemaking was what Hannah wanted, then Lauren
would accept her as best as she could.  Breathing rapidly, she tried to
calm herself, to let her inner muscles relax.  She presented herself, naked
and eager, to Hannah's lustful gaze and to the great shaft they shared
between them that she wielded with suck skill.  The mere thought of her
heart's desire indulging in her shameless Sapphic appetite with another
willing girl, sweaty couplings that led to the slipperiest of pussies, made
Lauren's heart hammer joyously beneath the jiggling mounds of her
stiff-nippled bosom.

   Hannah chuckled as she edged her supple hips forward and back between
Lauren's uptilted thighs.  Blushing, the younger woman looked up and saw
her lover smiling down.  Hannah had been watching the emotions play across
Lauren's angelic face and knew she was ready, even if Lauren herself didn't
know.  "Tell me, Lauren" she said softly.

   "Wh-what, Hannah?" Lauren stammered.

   "Tell me what you want," Hannah smiled teasingly.  She moved the
penetrating dong forward another inch, and Lauren felt that gelled
instrument press deeper within her welcoming cunny.

   Lauren could not help but mewl, and she saw Hannah's lips twist
knowingly at the helpless expression upon her blushing face.  "Tell me,
Lauren..."

   Often Lauren had tortured her overeager male lovers so, and now, it
seemed, she was being paid back.  She lowered her lashes demurely, trying
to play the seductress, but Hannah had her own little games.  Slowly she
pulled herself back, and though Lauren struggled against the unrelenting
retreat, the great dildo threatened to slip from her clinging labia. 
"Hannah!" Lauren protested suddenly

   "Yes," the minx purred softly.

   "Please," Lauren whispered.  "Please." Her body quivered.

   "What, Lauren?" taunted Hannah.  She tormentingly thrust the tapering
cock deeper, and withdrew it quickly.

   "Please, Hannah," Lauren breathed.  She whimpered as Hannah thrust
tauntingly into her sweetness again, but pulled back just as quickly.  `She
will not release me,' Lauren suddenly realized, her enervated flesh
trembling in an exquisite agony of erotic anguish.  `Unless I do exactly as
she says, this beautiful, wicked woman will torture me just as I have done
to those boys until I'm babbling with lust!' The thought was tremendously
exciting ~~ but she was frustrated beyond belief.  If there was only some
way she could lure her fair femme fatale into pleasuring her.

   "Please," Lauren said again, pleading.  "Please, Hannah?"

   "What, Lauren?" Her sapphire eyes smiled cruelly down at Lauren, and
though she dipped into the dark-eyed woman's cunny again, it was merely
another tease.  "What do you want?"

   "More," Lauren begged.

   Lips pursed, Hannah leaned forward, and the mighty dildo pressed deeper
into Lauren, deeper, mercilessly stretching her vulva.  Lauren tried to
angle herself to take more of the thrilling rod within her, but her sopping
sex was raised as high as it could be.  She was completely at Hannah's
mercy.

   "I beg you," Lauren whispered ~~ yet those fiery eyes still held a
question.  "Please..." Lauren swallowed suddenly.  She could scarcely find
the words.  Her face burned.

   "Yes...?" she murmured.  A swath of her golden hair spilled from behind
one ear and tumbled gloriously across her fine-sculpted visage.

   Lauren could not deny Hannah.  Hoarsely, she found her voice.  "Please,
Hannah," she breathed.  "Please fuck me."

   Hannah smiled triumphantly, and Lauren mewled and bit her lip as her
blonde enchantress leaned into her, pushing deeper, deeper, penetrating her
to the very core of her femininity, and Lauren cried out in sudden ecstasy,
exulting in the resplendent fullness within her delectably throbbing loins
as she had never felt before.  She was only vaguely aware of Hannah laying
her long willowy body down upon hers and wrapping her hands about the
pillowy mounds of Lauren's breasts.  Hannah dropped her face deliriously
onto the chubby peaks, sucking her savagely, tenderly while she stove
between the younger girl's raised thighs.  Her swollen nipples throbbed in
sympathy with her hungry womanhood, and she reeled on the precipice of a
cyclonic climax, feeling jubilantly split wide open, possessed as she had
never been.  The surrender was exquisite.  She gave herself up to Hannah as
the blonde's torrid lovemaking pulsed sweet and hot in the very pit of
Lauren's ravenous cunny.

   Hannah's fragrant, glowing hair spilled about Lauren's flushed face as
she mercilessly rammed her hips into her lover, plumbing Lauren's whorish,
semi-virginal depths in a frenzy of unabashed delight.  Her kissing lips
left Lauren's plump nipples to the ministrations of her ceaseless
fingertips, and as Lauren writhed beneath the heady caresses, Hannah's
mouth leaped onto hers, sinuous tongue swiping at her own in a chaotic
courtship ritual.  Lauren felt filled, above and below, her body
lecherously exposed and open yet rapturously filled with Hannah's
rampageous love.  The salty wet smell of their joined bodies filled
Lauren's nostrils, and she could hear nothing but their own unadulterated
moaning and the slippery smack of their sloppy pussies slapping together.
They rode the great swelling dildo together like wild animals, hugging its
rounded girth with their insatiable labia, joyously impaled.  Debauched
pleasure glowed honeyed and rich somewhere deep within Lauren's soul,
coiling beneath her belly and spreading inescapably outward through her
palpitating flesh.  Her whole being was awash in liquid fire...

   After Lauren's second orgasm (or was it her tenth?  A woozy Lauren
wasn't sure), Hannah twisted her tremoring lover about to the classic
doggystyle position.  Taking hold of her wrists in a fierce clench, Hannah
pinned Lauren's hands to the bed and started pumping the huge dildo into
Lauren's uptilted rump, continuously kissing her on the nape of the neck,
Hannah's filthily provocative whispers causing Lauren's nails to dig into
the tangled sheets.  Her cushiony breasts were squashed beneath her, and
her jolted nipples began giving off sparks of irradiating pleasure.  Each
time Hannah thrust her impaled pussy against the meat of Lauren's cheeks,
the force rippled into her deeply-spiked loins and her pulsating clitoris
grew bigger and bigger.  The bedsprings were rhythmically squeaking and
that urgent, telltale sound excited Lauren even more.

   For the next minute, the bedsprings went haywire as Hannah frantically
slammed her skewered sex against the plush cushion of Lauren's derriere. 
The statuesque student could feel Hannah's blatant stickiness, the honeyed
girlcome that evidenced her own turbulent orgasms, all over her waggling
bottom, and when Lauren visualized her shimmying ass gleaming with her
spilled nectar, she felt another climax begin twitching in her thighs. 
Maybe because she was pinned beneath Hannah's humping body and couldn't
move her hands, but this orgasm seemed very constricted at first, like a
knot of pressurized pleasure tightening in her womb.  But suddenly she let
out a panicky squeal, and then her nipples ignited and another coruscating
orgasm ~~ or perhaps the same one coalescing ~~ flared up in her spasming
belly and swept in fiery paroxysms through her insides.

   Their last throes of lovemaking occurred in the classic missionary
position, mouths fused as passionately as their bodies ever could, engaged
in a kiss that transported both to realms they'd never dreamed possible. 
Lauren and Hannah clasped one another's slender body possessively,
near-swooning as they lunged and plunged to the primordial rhythm more
ancient than man himself.  Their cries of shameless bliss intermingled in a
chorus of satisfied exclamations as the culmination of their most profound
desires cascaded up liquidly from the very core of their beings, on and on
and on...

   Oh yes: Graceland.  They went there the next morning and returned to
Blue Bay the following day.  In a manner of speaking, though, they reached
their destination that first night, in a motel room somewhere in the heart
of Georgia.  When they returned home, Hannah threw her arms around Lauren,
drawing her into her embrace.  And into her heart, into her life, and
they've been inseparable ever since ~~ very much in love and in their own
private land of grace.